Past Familiar

Every song sounds different now that you're gone
I walk the same path as before
When I talk I don't sound like myself anymore

Cause I'm fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but fine

Waking up on a Sunday morning
I still make breakfast for two
No longer waiting by the fountain
On Borax Avenue

Cause I'm fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but
Fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but

Thriving on giving and receiving affection
Absorbing it like a necessity
Still wonder who's sleeping under
Those stained white bed sheets

Cause I'm fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but
Fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but
Fine, fine fine
Oh I'm fine, I'm anything but fine



Credits
Writer(s): Dallin Tippetts
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